Day Two Thousand Six Hundred and Eighty Two

Zita did not go to the rascal ladies office today.

Because  the silly cold caught her ears. Oh dear. 

So she just sat on the sofa in the living room.

All  covered up in cosy blanket and talked to the rascal people on her computer. 

When Craig was fast awake we had our together breakfast. 

Zita had toasts. But Craig had fat cinnamon buns. They are from Mister IKEA’s store. 

Those are Emmet’s favourite.

So Craig sent him a picture of them. Ha. That is silly. Pictures are not so tasty as buns.  

One of Emmet’s professors is a real knight. Mister Pope made her a knight. Ha.

Maybe Emmet will be a knight too. I would be his very fierce friend. Ha. That will be good. 

Maybe he will have a beautiful horse too. And a castle. Ha. That will be good. 

Zita and I went for an after breakfast walk. It is not a windy rain day today. That is good.

After lunchtime Zita went downstairs. To make Emmet’s bedroom all beautiful again. 

And Niamh had a clean as can be shower before she went to her beautiful clothes store.

And then the black go fast took her downtown. 

I stayed here to mind Craig. 

Zita made us own made chicken sandwiches for our lunchtime.

Zita knows that chicken sandwiches are my favourite. Ha. 

There was a football game on the television this afternoon. 

Because some other people have their say thank you for everything day on the wrong day. I do not know why.

Maybe they have the wrong clocks too. Maybe. 

Tomorrow is the buy lots and lots of secret presents for not very much money day. 

My friend Niamh has to go to the beautiful clothes very very early in the morning. 

Before the sun is even awake. 

Because tomorrow the store will be full up to the top with people. All day. 

And sometimes they are not very good listeners. 

So my friend Niamh has to make them listen. Oh dear.

Craig has already bought some secret presents. I saw him do it. Right on his flat computer. Ha.

Soon the present man will bring them to our own house. Before Merry Christmas time. Ha.

Zita and I had a fast before dinner walk tonight.

Then we had our altogether dinner.

Niamh has to go to bed early tonight. 

Because she has to get up way too early in the morning tomorrow. Oh dear. Too bad for her. 

Zita cannot go to her office tomorrow. The cold still has her caught. 

So she can only drink tea. And rest herself on the comfy sofa. But I will keep her all warm. 

Because I am they very best nurse. It is known.